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halfblood-fiend · 5 years ago

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A Qunundrum, Remastered - Rylen x Adaar

Knight-Captain Rylen was a simple man just trying to get through his new life in the Inquisition. Keram Adaar is a Qunari, enough fucking said. He made the grievous mistake of ignoring his instincts, and accepted the beautiful Qunari’s offer–after all, a woman is a woman right? And she’s got an ass to die for!–but every moment after…was completely unplanned.

Read it on AO3

Words: 2,306

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): It’s definitely a lemon, a lime even

Author’s Note: This is, more or less, Quenching the Thirst in the Western Approach with minor updates, grammatical fixes, no word count limitation, and posted as an actual part of Qunundrum, instead of a prequel. From here, the story will change, I hope for the better, as I have spent most of today outlining and plotting where I’d like to to go. I’m hoping, tentatively putting a deadline into the universe of an update every one to two weeks until it’s finished. I hope.

Chapter 1 - He Was Predictable

The ever awe-inspiring Inquisitor Adaar invites Rylen to move the party upstairs.

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It was difficult, amid all the drunkenness and the shouting, not to get completely swept up by it all. When the Inquisitor appeared at the newly-taken Griffon Wing Keep with barrels of ale slung over both her shoulders to announce that she had freed the water supply for their soldiers, sealed away the Darkspawn and brought them a gift for their service, Knight-Captain Rylen had to laugh at her audacity. Whatever reservations he may have had in the beginning when he first learned of their Tal Vashoth leader had long since evaporated in the wake of her exploits across the country, and he was beginning to look forward to working with her in the Western Approach. If he dared say so, he may even grow to like the towering mage with her fierceness and her random acts of debauchery.

Too much like me, he mused, picking his way over slumped scouts singing a tuneless drinking song from the floor of the hastily erected Mess.

Rylen caught sight of their Inquisitor Adaar surrounded by more giddy, drunken soldiers. He watched her look over them all with a quirked eyebrow, a small secret smile tugging at the corners of her wide lips. She watched it all as if it was an amusing game for her. And maybe it was, he chuckled. How was he to know? He had never had any dealings with the Qunari before. Keram was his first.

He grinned at that and pushed the early stages of a dirty thought aside in favor of joining her at her table.

As he sat beside her, she nodded, acknowledging him. “Captain,” the Qunari woman said in her deep, vibrant voice that somehow reminded Rylen of summer nights back home. He shuddered.

“I see you have plenty of admirers now,” he told her, taking a swig from his tankard. His eyes roved over the troops at tables with arms slung around each other’s shoulders and made a mental note to let the poor sods sleep in a bit longer in the morning. But only a bit. “If you’re like this everywhere you go, it’s a wonder you haven’t taken all of Thedas by storm already,” he said conversationally.

Keram just laughed, sultry and strong. Though he hadn’t had many personal dealings with the Qunari, her smile seemed to be such a rare thing. Her angular features were better suited for scowling or sneering or being covered in gore. But her laugh? Andraste’s tits! That laugh reverberated right through him, messy helmet hair to toes. It was a strange thing.

“It’s easy to take a soldier’s heart by storm. Some ale, some sex…” she said over another chorus of toasts in her name from a neighboring table. She acknowledged them with a nod. “These men will be praising my name for weeks to come. Though, I do wonder, Captain.”

“What’s that, Inquisitor?” he prompted when she paused.

“Have you ever fucked a Qunari?”

Rylen choked on a gasp but managed to cover it with shaky laughter. “I-I—ahhh—have not, your Worship.” He cursed at himself for his stutter. The panic that appeared in his stomach was unusual for him, the kind reserved only for blushing Order recruits on their first nights at brothels. Rylen tried to cover his flush by raising his tankard to his lips and taking a long drink of ale to dislodge the sudden knot of nerves.

“Would you like to?”

He sprayed his entire mouthful all over the table.

Keram rose purposefully from her seat and made sure Rylen caught her satisfied smirk and the inviting tilt of her chin, before leaving him like a slack-jawed idiot gaping after the exaggerated sway of her hips. He watched her disappear around the corner before he regained sense enough to leap up and follow.

While she never looked back at him as she led him away from the festivities, he was sure she knew he was following her like a panting Fereldan dog. Maybe if he hadn’t already downed two mugs of ale, he would have known this was a bad idea, but when he watched the large curve of her ass as she climbed the steps, he was inclined to shout from the battlements that bad ideas were his specialty.

The woman stopped at the door to her quarters, cast him a heavy-lidded glance that heated his already burning body straight to his toes, and disappeared inside.

You’re a fool for thighs, don’t fall for it, he chastised himself before he licked his lips and entered the room after her.

Rylen didn’t know what he expected in the Inquisitor’s chamber: torture devices, naked Qunari statues, a dragon skin rug, at least, but Keram’s room was much the same as any other in the keep. Narrow windows, a sturdy bed, a fireplace, though what that was for, Rylen was never sure. It was always so fucking hot here—

Keram peeled the tunic from her body and turned to face him, causing him to lose track of every shred of sense he may have had left. Her pink-tinged skin looked almost sun-kissed, white scars crossing over her thick, muscled body. Like someone had tried to write a letter in white ink and lost track of their words after a look into her bright green eyes. He shook himself. He shouldn’t be gaping, there were far better things to do alone with a half-naked woman.

His crooked smile spread over his face and he hooked his fingers into her breeches and tugged her closer to him. She laughed again and sent thrills of excitement through his body.

Emboldened by that damn laugh, Rylen reached up and pulled her lips down to his—that would take getting used to if this was going to become a more common victory ritual. Her full mouth was hot against his own and he needed no more urging than that. His hands slid over her puckered skin, thumbing the worst of her raised scars and found the prize he came for: her tight ass and her lusciously thick thighs. He squeezed as hard as he dared and was graced with another rumbling laugh against his lips.

She pulled away from him and undid her breast band, watching him with her indulgent smirk. He hoped his eyes didn’t pop like a schoolboy’s when her large round tits bounced free right in his face. Rylen’s mouth eagerly closed around one of the dusky nipples that were too easily within his reach. Now this, he could easily get used to.

“Squeeze harder, Captain,” Keram said in between low groans that stoked a familiar heat in Rylen’s trousers, “You can’t hurt me.”

He exchanged swirling his tongue with rolling the pert nipple in his fingers long enough to look up and counter, “That’s not what I’m worried for, lass. I’d just rather not be tossed out that window because I did something you didn’t like.”

Keram laughed, breathy this time and Rylen felt the burning need settle in the depths of his stomach. Her hand ran through his hair, covering most of his head, he noticed, and he wondered how it would feel completely wrapped around his aching cock. His breath quickened.

“Don’t be foolish,” she murmured, tugging hard on the laces of his breeches, completely snapping them and freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. She leaned forward and Rylen felt her tongue along the shell of his ear. “I’d burn you to ash before I threw you out a window, Captain. Much quicker that way.” She pulled his earlobe between her teeth and Rylen shuddered violently. He had half a mind to believe she wasn’t teasing, but the other half of his mind had already fled him and could not have cared less. “Do whatever you want to me,” Keram purred suggestively, her long fingers stroking over his erection, her breath hot on his ear.

He made a guttural half-growl half-laugh and pulled away long enough to tear his shirt over his head. Keram hummed appreciatively at his exposed skin, running her hand over is chest, leaving a trail of fire.

“I mean it. Whatever you’d like.”

“Oh?” he chuckled, getting the most glorious idea. It was a terrible idea. “Well, if you insist.” Don’t do it!

He reached up to grasp one of Keram’s sweeping ornamented horns and yanked her face down to his level. The way her face changed instantly made him think that there, in fact, had been a line and he was about to die a fiery death, until she grinned the wickedest grin he had ever seen in his life and kissed him so harshly that he staggered back with the force. Her hands were merciless against his back, nails raking hard until he gasped. She devoured his pulse with her hot mouth, her large hand closing over his entire length and pumping hard and fast. He moaned—loud enough for the whole keep to hear, he reckoned—and bucked his hips against her hand, his eyes squeezing shut against the tightening in his stomach that threatened with breaking.

“Lass!” he groaned past clenched teeth, pulling a bit harder on her horn until she hissed. “Get over to that bed!”

She wasted no time in her compliance, releasing him from the blazing friction of her clutches and he struggled to regain control of himself, the pent desire uncoiling in him as surely as she had stoked it.

“Are you joining me, Rylen? Or am I to do the rest on my own?” Her voice roused him, and he watched, with what he can only imagine was a gaping mouth, as she smoothed down her stomach and her fingers disappeared below the ties of her breeches. She bit her lower lip and threw her head back, a long sensual moan rumbling deep in her throat.

This woman! Rylen laughed boisterously and nearly ran to the bed, tripping slightly over his blasted boots, and yanking them off with his heels as he went.

He eagerly followed her fingers with his own and made short work of her breeches and smalls. Before they had even crumpled to the floor, his hands were back on her, two digits pumping her as surely as she had seized him moments ago. He watched with rapt attention as her hands busied themselves with pulling on her own breasts, her eyes closed, her lovely mouth hanging open in a string of heavy pants and moans. The view had him bucking against her thigh, his body aching with need.

Rylen’s other hand smoothed over her hip and he trailed kisses down her lovely thigh.

Oh, Maker have mercy on his damned soul for enjoying this so much. A Qunari and a mage. The Maker would take him for this for sure. He slid another finger into her and groaned when she tossed her head back, keening. Fuck it, he decided, he was never that attached to his vows anyways.

Rylen reached her curls and caught her clit between his teeth, then eased the soft bite with the flat of his tongue working in tight circles.

“Ry-Rylen!” Her voice was thick with desire and was probably the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. If only he could make her scream now.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! He pulled his mouth and his fingers away suddenly and fumbled with his heavy cock. Maker, he couldn’t resist it any longer!

He slammed himself into her and felt her clench around his length. Fuck! Rylen’s fingers dug hard into the flesh of her thighs as his thrusts came fierce and fast. He shook the spinning from his head as he grated his teeth and prayed for stamina.

Keram met his every thrust with a hard slam of her hips, crying out for him. He watched as her hand traveled once again to her clit and she rubbed herself vigorously. Damn! This woman… He smiled wryly through the sweat rolling down his face. He was a goner, wasn’t he?

Pitching himself forward, Rylen clamped his mouth over one of her nipples, no easy feat when he was fucking her with such abandon. Scream for me, Qunari, he thought wildly. Scream, because I’m not going to—

And she hit it, hard. That crescendo he was looking for. The ragged shouts that he tore from deep in her throat mingled with his name, drawn out as harsh syllables. Sounded like magic. She clenched around him and a spout of downy feathers flew into the air as her back arched beneath him, throwing him off balance enough that he slipped out of her.

Not that it mattered much because, for fuck’s sake, he was finished. He came sticky and wet, still rocking against air, spurting himself over her stomach, and he groaned harshly as he never had before. Then her hand was around his cock again, coaxing everything he had from him. He twitched, groaning hard as she pulled, vicious in drawing out his orgasm until his legs trembled violently and he saw stars.

Glorious Qunari stars!

When she finally did release him, he sagged against her, falling happily, if exhausted, into her tits.

“You don’t disappoint, Captain,” Keram told him breathlessly, running her nails lightly over his scalp.

He sighed, shivering in utter delight and pressed his face further into her soft flesh. “Well… I’m here to serve, Inquisitor.”

Rylen grinned at the girlish giggle that escaped her lips. “Glad to hear it. The night is still young, after all. And, you owe me a new pillow, by the way.”

He lifted his face to fix her with his signature lopsided smile. He noticed a shred of fabric still hanging off one of her horns. “Oh, is that where the feathers came from, then?”

Keram threw a fistful of down into his sweaty face.

#Knight-Captain Rylen #Inquisitor Adaar #Dragon Age: Inquisition #Rylen #Rylen x Adaar #A Qunundrum #it finally lives #lemon #Keram Adaar #OTP: Shokrakadan #this was the easy part it was mostly just an edit #what comes next will be harder for me #but I want to get it done so so badly #and I barely touched my Spirk stuff today but I guess that's alright #it was too hot to work when our apartment's AC broke #anyway #I'm love and they are back

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amarmeme · 2 years ago

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I've been drafting lately. Focusing on a four-part, modern Thedas found family AU.

All of the Inquisitors exist, five in total (two Trevelyans). They are roommates, and highly co-dependent. It's a mixed bag of tropes with each story fixed on one ship, but with background hints and elements woven throughout the other pairings.

Inquisitive:

Evelyn Trevelyan has a history of bad relationships. Her closest friends say she's emotionally inept, but she's certain her exes just weren't the right fit. An alluring stranger at The Hanged Man catches her eye though, and for a moment she feels hopeful before making a truly embarrassing mistake and ruins the first impression. Saved by an unfortunate and seemingly sinister work crisis, Evelyn heads out of town determined to forget romance. Unfortunately, the detective her boss hired to work alongside her is none other than the man at the bar: Knight-Detective Rylen MacClacher.

Will she be able to live down her mistakes and work together with Rylen to solve the poisoning of her company's well?

Carta Queen:

After a crazy one-night stand at The Hanged Man, Melly Cadash decides to keep the identity of her unexpected paramour secret, even from her friends. No one would believe the Viscount of Kirkwall would sleep with a broke, unemployed former Carta member. But then Varric Tethras asks to see her again and again, seemingly in secret, until someone vindictive on the internet places them together. After a post goes viral on Thedasapp, Melly has to come clean about who she really is to a man who could actually press charges against the crimes of her past.

With the comments of thousands eating at her, Melly starts to doubt what such a powerful figure would see in her anyway.

Friends Without Benefits

Mal Adaar and Hish Lavellan have always been best friends, even in their highly insular group of five. Trouble is, Hish has wanted Mal since the moment they met and much to her frustration, he's been oblivious to her in that way. Practically night after night, Mal hosts a new bed partner and is not ashamed to admit it. When sharing a rather thin wall becomes too much for her to bear, Hish escapes to a hideout on the Wounded Coast to decide whether she should make a move or move on.

Mal has wanted to fuck Hish since the moment they met, but she has given him zero signals along the way. She's his favorite person though, and he's sure he'd mess things up beyond repair if they slept together. So, he keeps things open and casual with pretty much any person he meets. After sensing something is off with his bestie, he plans a road trip to cheer her up, only to discover she's fled altogether.

Once they find each other again, will they be honest with one another? Or will they keep their insecurities as walls between them?

Only Time Will Heal

They've all noticed he's been missing, but Edward can't tell his best friends and roommates what he's been up to or where he's gone. As the unofficial "fixer" in his noble family, a lot of responsibilities fall on Edward that most people don't understand. When the Trevelyans threaten to destroy themselves yet again, Edward seeks out the services of a mediator in Orlais to resolve the family squabble. Sidney Caron helps solve the problem with aplomb, but Edward can't make himself leave Val Royeaux without running into her again. After a date with Sidney goes perfectly right then disastrously wrong, Edward realizes his patience and protective nature will be tested like never before.

She's more than worth the wait, but as a hands-on problem-solver, will Edward be able to give her the space she needs to meet him halfway?

#inquisitive #dragon age #fan fiction #my writing #dragon age inquisition #rylen x inquisitor #varric x inquisitor #adaar x lavellan #inquisitor x warden commander

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briarfox13 · 7 years ago

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Writing WIPS

No one asked for them but here is a list of writing WIPS I have =P This list is mainly so I know what I’m doing =P

These are little stories that introduce you to the world of my OC’s and their lives, problems and relationships <3

Mass Effect

Zaeed x Shepard (NSFW) I blame you @lady-beira-adaar for showing us that video =P And I blame the ME Discord in general

Saskia x Garrus

Selkie x Evfra (maybe NSFW? Depends on how it turns out)

Thane x Shepard

Lost Love-Kaidan x Saskia x Garrus

Kaidan x Mara

Dragon Age

Flower Crown-Bramble x Blackwall (almost done!!)

Sebastian x Merra Hawke (NSFW)

Solas x Zephyr (probably part of a set known as ‘The Wolf and the Wind)

Several Blackie x Cullen

A couple of Asha x Alistair

Anders x Merra

Zephyr x Solas x Rylen

The Silent and the Strong-Grim x Inquisitor x Iron Bull

#My Writing #WIPS #eventually I'll finish them!#Not before I start more =P

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ma-sulevin · 8 years ago

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Masterpost of Universes and Fics

An explanation of my two universes, the characters involved in them, and all fics associated with each one.

Rebloggable version. Parked version here.

I have two universes that I write in: canonverse and the self-indulgence AU.

Canonverse

Warden

Harea Mahariel. Dual-wielding rogue. Romanced Alistair. Became Arlessa of Amaranthine and then lived in Kirkwall for a few years where she had a brief relationship with Anders.

Fic: Harea is the star of my first fic, Scars Beyond Counting (E) over on AO3.

Sequels: Tell Me a Story (G) and The Childer Scars (T).

Drabbles & Prompts:

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” Harea and Alistair playing Wicked Grace.

“Mm…your kid before five in the morning.” Harea and Alistair in some domestic bliss.

“I will always be there to protect you.”

Harea finds out that Alistair is afraid of birds, because “swooping is bad.”

“Kisses because I missed you and you really shouldn’t stay away so long.”

One headcanon that breaks your heart.

One headcanon that mends it.

Anders and Harea first kiss

NSFW - Prison Cell prompt; Harea x Alistair

NSFW - At camp, by the fire; Harea x Alistair

Snowman, featuring Harea, Anders, and Duncan.

Mutual pining for Harea and Anders.

Only one bed + pining for Harea and Anders.

“I’d like it if you stayed” for Harea and Anders.

“I found a weak spot on you!” for Harea and Anders.

“I think it’s time we stopped avoiding the obvious” for Harea and Anders.

“Kiss me” for Harea and Anders.

Drunk texting between Harea and Anders.

“Imagine if person A of your OTP scares person B (during Halloween) so badly that they cry.” for Harea and Alistair.

“Don’t you say that… not you.” for Harea and Anders.

“You knocked on my door at 1 am to cuddle?” for Alistair and Harea.

“Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you.” for Harea and Anders.

“We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about” for Alistair and Harea.

A situation where Anders is sick and Harea doesn’t know how to take care of him. Harea and Anders.

The way you said I love you: from behind a closed door for Harea and Anders.

All Hearts Day: Alistair & Harea

All Hearts Day: Anders & Harea

Desperate kiss. Anders & Harea.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” Alistair & Harea.

“You’re so cute when you pout like that.” For Alistair & Harea.

“And slowly… I was forgotten.” For Anders & Harea.

Hawke

Thea Hawke. Two-handed warrior. Romanced Isabela. Became Viscount of Kirkwall (briefly) and gave Cullen his lip scar by punching him in the face when he came to take Bethany to the Circle.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“You smell nice” for Hawke and Isabela.

First kiss for Hawke and Isabela.

A moment’s respite for Hawke and Isabela.

“Is it possible to love too much?” for Hawke and Isabela.

Blooming Rose and first “I love you” for Hawke and Isabela.

Roleplay, sex toys, and Blooming Rose for Hawke and Isabela. NSFW.

“May I have this dance?” for Hawke and Isabela.

Neck tie adjusting for Hawke and Isabela.

“Your date was a bust, but I think you’re cute” for Hawke and Isabela.

All Hearts Day: Hawke & Isabela

Inquisitor

Asha Trevelyan. Rogue assassin. Romanced Cullen. Antivan.

Fic: Her canon story is still being worked on, but she’s the star of my sex dream AU “Into the Valley of Dreams (now complete) which gets five scarves fluttered in shock out of five (if I do say so myself). Also on AO3.

Drabbles & Prompts:

Happy Halloween.

How Asha deals with an “inappropriate yet tempting proposal from a rather dashing-looking noble.”

“Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer.” for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - doggy style in the War Room for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - oral sex in the stables for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - in front of a mirror for Asha and Cullen.

NSFW - beneath the stars, sex still clothed for Asha and Cullen.

“A fairytale with a happy ending always beings a smile to my face.” for Asha and Cullen

“A fluff chapter” for Into the Valley of Dreams. Really just Asha and Cullen playing chess in the gardens while the UST tries to kill them both.

Self-Indulgence AU

My second universe is what I’ve been calling my self-indulgence AU. It started pretty simply; I just decided I wanted to make myself in Inquisition’s CC. I made a little backstory for my character. And then I sat down and started writing and ended up with a 25 chapter fic. I like to think I’ve inspired several other people to write their own self-indulgence AUs. It really is a lot of fun, and it’s a good exercise to write DA stories from someone other than the Inquisitor.

Warden

Sophie Amell. I actually made Sophie long before I started this self-indulgence AU, but she fit in perfectly with the theme. She’s a battlemage from the Fereldan Circle who romanced Alistair, but after he became king, they broke up and she ended up in Amaranthine just in time to romance Anders and Nathaniel.

I affectionately call her fic “Sophie fucks her way across Ferelden” because she has four canon romances, all men I’d let into my pants in real life.

According to DA lore, this branch of the Amell family had four children, all mages. I discuss Sophie’s siblings (including pictures of each of them) in this post.

Fic: She has an older story that I wrote for DA polyamory week 2016, which you can also read on AO3. I’m also working on her main story The Life and Times of Sophie Amell, which you can read on tumblr or on AO3.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“I’m really drunk, please help me.” for Sophie and Anders.

“This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” for Sophie and Nathaniel Howe

“Hope we don’t get caught kiss” for Sophie and Cullen (pre-Blight).

“I know it’s three in the morning but I can’t find my cat” for Sophie and Anders, starring Ser Pounce.

All Hearts Day: Sophie & Nathaniel

“Fight me, you attractive stranger.” Nathaniel and Sophie.

Drabbles & Prompts involving Inquisitor Sophie Amell (otherwise known as Sophie as Inquisitor):

“Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this.”

“Pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

Hawke

Gavin Hawke. A storm mage. Romanced Fenris. Somehow became friends with Cullen before fleeing Kirkwall.

Drabbles & Prompts:

A reunion kiss for Hawke and Fenris.

Inquisitor

Nora Lavellan. Rift mage. Romanced Solas. Ran off with him at the end of my fic The Fire and the Flood.

Fic: Nora has her own short, four-chapter fic that goes along with Fire called In My Blood.

Drabbles & Prompts:

A stolen kiss for Solas and Nora.

Waiting impatiently for something for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - in ruins, dom/sub for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - rookery, doggy style for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - library rotunda + breath play for Solas and Nora.

“May I have this dance?” for Solas and Nora.

One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap for Solas and Nora.

“Gingerbread” for Solas and Nora.

NSFW - where they can be overheard for Solas and Nora.

Mutual pining for Solas and Nora.

“You’re such a tease!” for Solas and Nora.

Accidentally sleeping in for Solas and Nora.

A love bite and a massage for Solas and Nora.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” for Solas and Nora.

Heavy kissing in a garden for Solas and Nora.

The way I said I love you: In a Letter

The way you said I love you: in awe, the first time you realized it for Nora and Solas.

Freckle dusted shoulders in the soft glow of veilfire.

OFCs

The real stars of my self-indulgence AU are my original female characters. There are two main ones, Rose and Ceri, and a new addition, Nis.

Rose Wedgwood. Storm mage, spirit healer specialty. She was in the Fereldan Circle when it fell during the Blight, but she survived up in the Harrowing chamber as blood mages slew almost everyone else. She had a huge crush on Cullen before the Blight, but his actions directly after the Circle was saved by Warden Amell made her afraid of him. When she runs into him again in Haven where she’s working for the Inquisition, they have to navigate old feelings and old fears.

Fic: Rose’s main fic is my longest yet, The Fire and the Flood. I’m also kind of working on a modern AU for her, where she’s a researcher at the CDC.

Drabbles & Prompts:

One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap for Rose and Cullen.

Fireplace for Cullen and Rose.

Mistletoe for Cullen and Rose.

Caroling for Cullen and Rose (modern AU).

“Person A gets way too drunk at the tavern and makes an ass of themselves in front of person B” for Rose and Cullen.

“Did you just… finish?” for Rose and Cullen.

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed.” for Rose and Cullen.

Holding hands for Rose and Cullen.

Sharing a bath/swim for Rose and Cullen.

“Imagine person A of your otp is waiting at a restaurant for their date and is obviously being stood up and person B notices this, just before person A gets sick of waiting and gets up to leave person B sits with them, and even though they aren’t who person A was waiting for they end up having a lot of fun and hooking up.” for Rose and Cullen (modern AU).

“Imagine person A of your OTP coming home from the gym all sweaty. Person B sees this and instantly gets turned on.” for Rose and Cullen.

“I just want you to be happy” for Aurora and Rose.

Cullen consoling Rose after a nightmare.

“Are you jealous?” for Rose and Cullen.

All Hearts Day: Rose & Cullen

“Let’s just kiss already!

"We’re actually being kind of silly for once” kiss

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Ceri Adaar. Ceri is an unusual character as she’s a Vashoth who was orphaned very young and was taken to a Circle. They didn’t realize she was a Vashoth at first, they just knew she had ice magic. She had a hard childhood growing up in the Ostwick Circle, made more bearable when she met her templar lover, Eva. When Eva died during the rebellions, Ceri set off on her own across Thedas. She joined up with a merc company for a while before ending up in Haven as another healer. She romances Rylen.

Drabbles & Prompts:

“Your date was a bust, but I think you’re cute. Want to hang out?” for Ceri and Rylen.

Slow dancing for Ceri and Rylen.

“Ignore me; I didn’t see anything” for Ceri and Rylen (guest starring Rose and Cullen).

Pregnant Ceri.

More pregnant Ceri.

All Hearts Day: Ceri & Rylen

Linise “Nis” Tillahnnen. Dual-weilding tempest. Another unusual character, as I’ve written her both as the Inquisitor and as a part of the self-indulgence AU.

As the Inquisitor, (which is NOT her canon) Nis volunteered to take her sister’s place in the Conclave. Her sister, the clan First, was a few months pregnant and Nis wanted to keep her safe. Even after she wakes with the anchor, she’s still thankful that her sister is alive and well, and that her little nephew was born healthy.

As a member of the self-indulgence AU, Nis has a darker story. She’s a Dalish hunter who was away from her clan when slavers attacked. Those the slavers didn’t take, they killed and burned. She tracks the slavers, but loses them when they board a ship in the dead of night. When she returns to the place her clan was lost, she sees the Chargers and tries to defend her home from them before she knows who they are.

Bull invites her to join the Chargers, and she does. The rest, as they say, is history.

Inquisitor or not, she romances Krem.

Drabbles & Prompts:

The way you said I love you: “Too quick, mumbled into your scar.” Inquisitor.

The way you said I love you: “Over and over again, til it’s nothing but senseless babble.” Inquisitor.

“I either want to kiss you or kill you right now.” Inquisitor.

Literally anything with Krem. Raunchy if you’re comfortable with it.

Face riding KremQuisitor. NSFW. Inquisitor.

“A kiss we had to wait for.” Inquisitor.

“I don’t have the words right now, so here’s a kiss.” Inquisitor.

“You know damn well why things are the way they are.” Inquisitor.

A sexy touch in a not necessarily sexy place. Inquisitor.

“Krem teaching [Nis] how to read.” Canon.

“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” Canon.

Krem approves +9000. Canon.

#my writing #updated april 10

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reaping-cain · 8 years ago

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A, C, D, E for the ask thing :D

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Cullen x Inquisitor, Cullen x Lavellan, love love Cullen’s friendships with Dorian and Sera (omg, not enough of them tbh) – he just needs friends, really. I might be working on a little something with Branson (I blame @slothquisitor for making me care about him so much). Also Rylen x Keram (or any Adaar, really).

I also have a slight Cherik problem (I blame the actors, tbh).

Gambit x Rogue 4eva.

Let’s not forget Finn x Poe. Their bromance, their love. Whichever. I love it.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Sullen. I just…I see it and can appreciate the art as long as it’s the healthy and caring kind. I once read a fic where Samson manipulated Cullen and made him go rogue and it breaks my heart to this day.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

OK, chartering a different fandom but Dean x Benny from Supernatural? Again, I see it and I really want to believe but I just see them as the biggest bros to ever bro. For me, the unlikely broship outweighs the sweet promise of them as a cute couple.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Don’t judge me, but 15yo me thought it would be hilarious if Gimli sang “My Heart Will Go On” while decapitating orcs. I’m not sure if it was meant to distract Legolas or he’s just a diehard Celine Dion fan but regardless, that stuck with me.

The only silly contribution I have for Dragon Age is Cullen as a Mountie. It’s better than that stupid nutcracker outfit (THANKS BIOWARE FOR BRINGING THAT BACK FOR TRESPASSER AND HAVING THE MAN PROPOSE IN THAT STUPID SUIT).

#Batty replies #mysdrym #thank you!!#sorry for the late reply #I had to think a bit on this one

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halfblood-fiend · 5 years ago

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Fictober 2019 - Day 4

From The Fictober 2019 event <3

Prompt 4 : “I know you didn’t ask for this.”

Fandom : Dragon Age: Inquisition

Words : 2,041

Warnings : canon character death

“I know you didn’t ask for this.” - Knight-Captain Rylen x Keram Adaar

Rylen hadn’t seen Keram for some time now. She’d gone missing somewhere in the afternoon, but her horse was still tied with the rest so he surmised that she couldn’t have gone far. Probably took a walk. The horned lass liked her time to herself and maybe needed it bad after Adamant. Maker knew he could use a breather himself, but there was always plenty shit to do. Best to let the Inquisitor have her peace.

So he took up looking after their sizable entourage to Skyhold. Between him and Commander Cullen, it was easy. Just like old times in Kirkwall. Only with fewer abominations and less bloody madness.

But as the sun set over the Orlesian treetops and the first moon made its slow ascent over the Inquisition encampment, Rylen finally let himself get worried.

“You haven’t seen the Inquisitor, have you?”

“I haven’t.” Cullen looked up from his papers at Rylen and glanced around the tents as though Rylen hadn’t been doing the same fucking thing himself for hours. Together, they shuffled to the front of the ration line. It had been a hell of a lot longer earlier, but they had been too busy to stop. Now, the camp cook was already handing Cullen his share and filling the next bowl. “It was my understanding that looking after Keram was sort of your job now.”

“Har, har.”

Rylen eyed the steaming venison stew with the large roast potatoes in Cullen’s bowl and rubbed his face with one hand. Andraste’s ass, he was tired. And he wanted very badly to eat, to retire with Cullen to his tent, and maybe get slobbering drunk for good measure, but he couldn’t leave Keram out wherever she was. Not with a clear conscience.

The cook offered him a helping, and with a sigh, Rylen declined.

“Guess it’s time to do my job then,” he muttered. Rylen waved goodbye to Cullen and marched away from the welcoming smells of food and fires.

His stomach was very fucking unhappy with his chivalry.

So. Where could she have gone? If he was a tired, cranky, horned giantess, where would he go?

“She’s gone where she thinks it won’t hurt,” Cole said, suddenly appearing at Rylen’s elbow.

“Maker’s balls, Cole!” Rylen swore, leaping back and clutching his chest. “You’ll kill a man like that!”

“Sorry.” The boy dipped his head and his pale face disappeared beneath the wide brim of his patchwork hat.

“What do you mean, ‘she went where she thinks it won’t hurt’? She’s not…” Maker, he couldn’t even finish that sentence in his mind.

Cole’s eyes widened and his gaze snapped back up to Rylen’s. “No! No. I just… I followed her to see if I could help, though she usually doesn’t want my help. But this time… She hurts so loud and so hot. She seems very mad.”

Rylen chewed his lip. He’d had a hunch that Keram was hurting all through their slog across the countryside. Nay, ever since she returned with Hawke and her team and not Loghain. She’d been too close to the Warden to not be. Aye, Rylen knew, but he’d been too cowardly to do anything about it. Keram was seething throughout the whole trip, and Rylen never asked why.

What a sorry excuse for a partner you are, Rylen.

“Take me to her.”

Cole led Rylen much further from the camp than he would have thought Keram would wander but then stopped so suddenly at a sharp embankment that Rylen nearly bowled into him and knocked them both over the steep slope.

He didn’t seem to notice. “There.” Cole whispered, pointing out the way. “Through the ravine. She needs your help now, not mine.”

Don’t like the sound of that, Rylen thought as he thanked him and picked his way through the brush down the embankment.

A few steps closer and he could hear the rush of water. When Rylen ducked into the ravine, the roar became all he could hear. Then the path widened and opened up into a dimly lit glade with a shining, clear pool of water being fed by the small waterfall responsible for all that bloody racket. Hadn’t been here for a sodding minute and the spray was already forming droplets of water on his armor.

Damn, that’ll bloody rust, Rylen thought, brushing the metal plate as he squinted in the gloom looking for Keram.

Then the whole place lit up as a fireball whizzed past his head and exploded in the rock behind him.

Rylen dropped to the ground and drew his sword before he realized what was happening and rational sense could tell him that there could only be one person responsible for that.

“Come to slay me, Basvaarad?” Keram sneered. “Or will you just drag me back in chains to wither away in your Circles?”

Rylen spun towards the direction of her voice and found the vision herself crouched on a rock, naked and sopping wet, with a new flame ready and jumping in her hand. She looked like a feral thing, hackles raised and ready to strike. Rylen didn’t think she’d ever looked at him like that, like one of those sods she wouldn’t think twice about putting down. It stung in a way he couldn’t quite place.

But it’s your own fault, he told himself. Even though he’d been a soldier for so long it was second nature, Rylen cursed himself for reacting, for putting her on edge. He should have bloody known better. He should have seen this coming.

He should have known how to treat an angry mage.

Shaking the thought from his head, Rylen stood slowly. He sheathed his sword and held up his hands to her, swallowing any thrum of lyrium that wanted to burst to life. He refused to threaten her any more than he already had. "You know I'd never do that to you, lass. It would be a bloody crime putting you in a place like that. Besides, haven’t you heard? They don’t exactly exist anymore."

“Oh, if only your Chantry could hear that kind of blasphemous talk.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have, the sticky predicament he was in, but he found it too fucking funny. That she would still think, after all this, that he gave two single shits about what the Chantry thought... He laughed. Bitter. Hollow. Maybe he had never quite believed like the other boys and he was always just looking for a way out of the family business, but he certainly didn’t care for the Chantry now.

Not if it would deny him her.

“Something funny?” Keram hissed, low and dangerous like a sand viper.

“Fuck the Chantry, Keram,” Rylen said with feeling. “You think that if I cared about them, I’d be here? I only care about the Inquisition and what they stand for. And now? Honestly, lass, I now I mostly only care about you. If all I was was a Chantry dog, I’d be dead by now. Or worse." It occurred to him that he could have been like those beasts they hunted in the Approach if he had stayed with the Order. Would the red lyrium have been forced on him if he hadn't joined the Inquisition? Worse, would he have taken if willingly?

Keram’s lip curled and with a shout she hurled the fireball, not at him, like he assumed, but at the pool. With a high-pitched hiss the fire hit the water and curled away into a cloud of steam.

“Not that I’m not glad that wasn’t in my face, lass, but—”

“It’s a fool’s errand, caring for me. You can ask Warden Loghain how that sentimentality worked out for him.”

Rylen opened his mouth to speak but Keram barreled on.

“All those Wardens at Adamant,” she said scornfully, “How were they all so damn stupid? Loghain wanted to make things right—he was the only one with some sense, Shokrokar. But now he’s gone... because of them!” A new fireball leapt to life in her hands, this one crashing against the rock wall opposite them. “I never cared about any of this shit! I never cared about your stupid war for magic or the damn sky! I just…want to make things right. And all your foolish Orders and Circles and Emperors squabble and bicker while the world unravels… I am trapped here because no one else is willing to do anything!” The next fireball crashed into the waterfall, throwing a shower of droplets into the air. “Loghain was going to do something… and now he’s dead. What a waste.”

Once he realized Keram wasn’t cross with him at all, Rylen’s brain whirred to try and catch up. Cole was certainly right. She was hurting and she was mad.

Breathing hard through her nose, Keram curled around herself and rested her chin on her knees. She stared angrily at the water, seething and stewing. Cole had said she needed him now, but Rylen could hardly tell what she needed him for besides maybe target practice.

He approached her rock and the giantess didn’t move. He leaned against it and she didn’t look at him. Do something, you sod! Rylen hoisted himself onto the rough stone, settling himself close to Keram and he still didn’t get a face full of fire. In fact, once he was next to her, she dropped her head to his shoulder.

“Loghain was the best of that whole sorry lot,” she murmured, her voice thick.

Rylen momentarily recalled the man who he’d known so little yet heard so much of. Maybe he had given him good advice as far as Keram was concerned, but Loghain Mac Tir had also killed hundreds of people, started a civil war, tried to have his opponents poisoned, and sold men and women into slavery, just to name a precious few of the countless atrocities he committed as Regent during the Fifth Blight in Ferelden. ‘The best of the lot’ was not the way Rylen might have described him, but instead, he said, “Aye, lass. He was. I am so sorry for your loss.”

“It wasn’t just my loss! I am used to losing things, that’s not new. A leader like that is a loss to the entire Inquisition! I am tired of sending useful people to their deaths while spineless worms like Gaspard roam free. We need people of action, not pomp and circumstance.”

Rylen chuckled darkly. “Is this a bad time to remind you that you chose to let Gaspard live? And you gave him the Empire?”

“It is,” she growled.

“Look, lass…” Rylen turned his face to press a kiss to Keram’s forehead. For a half-second, he wondered if he would be thrown off for it, but the giantess remained snug and warm against him. “I know you didn’t ask for all this, but you’ve been navigating the whole Inquisitor thing better than most would have. Maker knows I wouldn’t have the patience for it. Not for the parties or the damned diplomacy… I don’t think I could even do Commander Cullen’s job! But you? You’re the most capable leader we could have hoped for. And I think Warden Loghain would have thought so too. Why else would the legendary ‘Hero of the River Dane’ have followed you into battle?”

“Because he was also the ‘Traitorous Teyrn’ and had nothing else to lose by following an oxman to his death.”

“Well, now, hold on.”

“Still,” Keram sighed over Rylen, “leaving a skilled general in the Fade was just as wasteful as sitting here moping about it is. There is no time for such weakness.”

With that, Keram rose in one fluid movement and leapt to the ground like a cat.

“It’s not weakness,” Rylen reminded her with a frown. “It’s grief. We lost many good soldiers in that siege. It’s not weakness to grieve for any of them, Loghain included.”

“We can argue the semantics if you wish,” Keram said as she picked her clothes up from another stone and pulled them on, “but I have no time for weakness or grieving. Perhaps when I have finished tearing Corypheus’ still-beating heart from his body with my teeth, I will find the time to grieve for Loghain.”

#fictober19 #Keram Adaar #Knight-Captain Rylen #Dragon Age: Inquisition #rylen x adaar #DAI #now THAT'S what I'm TALKING ABOUT #way better than the garbage before #smh #Loghain Mac Tir #Fiend writes

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halfblood-fiend · 8 years ago

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From the Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy list:

♧: One character playing with the other's hair

For Rylen and his bab, Lessa. Though it’s more than just playing, but whatever. FITE ME

A Thousand Years

Rylen paused from weeding and cocked his head to the side. He held his breath as he listened harder, straining his ears. Maybe he was hearing things? Unlikely, since his hearing had been one of the first bloody things to go with his age. A fact that Keram loved to remind him of. Why do you need it? It’s not like you ever listened anyway, she would say as she and the girls laughed.

But then he did hear it again.

“Daaaaad!”

He shook his head and smiled to himself.

It was Lessa. Again.

Lessa had been beside herself for a whole damn week. The nearer this day drew, the worse she got. A few nights ago, he had found her standing in the yard with her blade well after midnight, without a jacket, in the dead of Haring. When asked, she claimed that she had been trying to practice stances until she realized she had completely forgotten all her footwork. Then she proceeded to shout that she should just give up and stay home forever. That came up a lot. Whenever anything—no matter how small—went wrong: “I should just stay home!”

Rylen wanted to agree, but it wasn’t because he didn’t believe in Lessa. His girl had been fighting since she could walk and her swordplay was impeccable, techniques coming next to natural for her. He was almost jealous. Rylen knew Lessa would do fine.

It was just a matter of convincing her of that.

What in the Void could she need now? Rylen wondered as he brushed off his hands and walked into their home.

“DAD—”

“Yes, lass, I’m here. What is it?” He followed her voice into the room she shared with her younger sister, Aban, and any calm he had found in his garden withered away. The place looked startling.

Where before, the girls had marked the place as their own over the years, everything that was on Lessa’s side was now gone. The walls were blank and empty, devoid of old finger paintings and her more recent drawings. Her shelves were empty, her chest open, abandoned and bare, all her clothes shoved into saddlebags. Earlier that week, he and Keram had helped Lessa pack away all her childhood toys, her books and anything she was leaving behind. They would wait for her in trunks in their attic until she decided she wanted them again. Whenever that might be. Lessa’s bed was neatly made, a stark contrast to Aban’s on the other side of the room, as disheveled as the haphazard piles of books strewn across the floorboards.

It made his heart ache to see it like this.

Lessa spun around in her vanity chair when he entered the room, and for a long moment, Rylen could have sworn it was Keram herself sitting there. She looked impossibly similar to her mother from their Inquisition days, except for the tangled mess of curly black hair sitting between her short horns and the look of utter exasperation on her face.

He smiled despite the tightness in his chest. “Well? What now? Do you need me to show you how to polish your armor—again?”

She pointed to the rat’s nest on her head, a manic and desperate gleam in her green eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck happened!? I can’t meet them like this! I couldn’t show my face ever again! AND I CAN’T FIX IT!”

“Hey, hey..” Rylen soothed, putting his hands up as he started to hear her panic. “Calm down. It doesn’t look that bad, actually. Like a new look. Maybe you can start a trend?”

Lessa shot him a dirty glare. “Where’s Mom?”

“She and Aban went into the city.” Rylen decided he shouldn’t add that it was to get away from Lessa’s fluctuating temper.

“WHAT? But I need her! She needs to fix this!” Lessa turned back to the mirror and looked at her hair in horror. Halfheartedly she picked up a brush and tried to yank it through her hair.

—until the handle broke off with a loud snap.

With a scream of frustration, she slammed her forehead onto the vanity table while Rylen tried to stifle his laughter.

“You know,” he said, struggling to keep his voice level, “I was the one who always did your hair when you were a wee thing. I could help you if you like.”

Lessa groaned. “I’m ruined!”

“Aw, come on. You never complained about it back then! And you looked so bloody cute.”

She fixed him with another glare, but the effect was diminished by the broken brush dangling limply from her head. “I despised those pigtails you used to do.”

“Ah. So…no pigtails then?”

Throwing her hands up in the air, Lessa stared, defeated, at her own reflection. “Sure. Why not? I’m already fucked anyway, so. Ugh! I should just—”

“—stay home. Yes, I know. Just let me wash my hands and I’ll be right back. You’ll be lovelier than the Empress of Orlais herself when I’m done with you.”

He was fairly certain he heard her grunt, “Doubt it,” as he left, but he just chuckled at her. He was glad to be able to spend these last few hours with her. She was going to be happy, he told himself. More than happy, even. She was going where she belonged—everyone had known it for years—and Cassandra would take great care of her… She had promised. Rylen knew…he knew he had to let her go eventually.

He just didn’t know “eventually” would be so bloody soon. Where the fuck had the last twenty years gone? He couldn’t for the life of him remember...

Rylen’s vision swam and he bit his lip to keep it from trembling.

When he returned to her room, Lessa was still miserable, but she had managed to wrestle the brush from her hair at least. Life was about small victories, he reminded her as he picked up the head of the brush in one hand and tried to pull his fingers through her hair with the other.

Untangling her hair was slow going. He worked from the ends of her thick, shoulder-length hair and gently eased out the tangles by hand when necessary. His baby said hardly a word while she watched him in the mirror, and soon she simply closed her eyes. Lessa had inherited the tighter curls from him and when Rylen apologized for it, she just shook her head.

“I should just cut it all off like mom did,” Lessa mused.

“But then how would anyone know you’re mine?” Rylen joked as he ran the brush in his palm through the length of her hair, testing for new tangles. “And not just a clone of your mother?”

“It’s not like my sense of humor gives it away,” she muttered and Rylen chuckled at her.

“Or your stubbornness.”

Lessa grinned as Rylen finally set the brush aside and reached for the wooden box of hairpins instead. “Or my farts.”

He glanced at her in astonishment. “Really? You’re going to attack me like that while I’m doing your hair for you? That wasn’t a smart move, Lessa Adaar. You did not get my sense, that’s for sure!”

“What sense? You married a Qunari. I don’t think you have room to talk.”

“Hey! You should be thanking me for that one, lass.”

Smirking, Lessa said, “Sure. Thank you, dad, for procreating profusely because you thought the world was ending.”

“Oh, yeah,” Rylen muttered, pinning the last dangling strand of hair into place. “Cassandra is going to love you…”

When he finished, he took a little step back and admired his handiwork. It wasn’t so bad. The bun was a wee bit off center, the ends of a pin or two sticking out, but on the whole, not horrible. Better than Lessa herself was doing at any rate.

Lessa checked it in the mirror, turning her head this way and that and then beamed. She looked back at his reflection and said, “Thank you, daddy.”

Rylen squeezed her shoulders in his hands and kissed her hair. “Of course, lass. Your mum’s not the only one that can save the day.”

She blinked rapidly, her voice soft. “I know.”

He admired their reflections for another moment.

When did he get so damn old? When his hair had gone silver at the temples, when his hearing went bad, when the crow’s feet in the corners of his eyes became permanent, he had never felt so bloody ancient. But now… He stared at Lessa, his little girl, a woman now sitting before him, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember when that had bloody happened. Where had he been? When did she grow up? He had been holding her tiny body in his arms just yesterday, hadn’t he? He couldn’t remember.

But she was grown now, as fierce and beautiful as her mother, and she was leaving him. Lessa, his baby, handpicked for the new Seekers of Truth, now to be in the closest sect to the Divine. Cassandra and Leliana had picked her out themselves. He had known they had their eye on her for ages, but he had foolishly hoped they would never take her away.

Cassandra was coming for her this afternoon.

And he hadn’t had nearly enough time with her.

“Don’t!” Lessa suddenly ordered, making Rylen jump. “Don’t you dare cry, Daddy! Because if you cry, then I’m gonna cry…” Her sentence dropped off with a sniff and she looked up at the ceiling and furiously started to fan her face. “I can’t cry! If I cry I’m going to ruin my makeup and then I’ll have to stay and fix it.”

Rylen couldn’t help himself. He pressed his fist to his mouth but it was already too late. His eyes burned and he couldn’t swallow past the lump in his throat. “You caught me,” he choked. “That was my plan the whole time.” He tried to laugh but it only came out as a sob.

“Daddy… I’m going to miss you so much.” Lessa stood up and threw her arms around his shoulders. Rylen, dwarfed by his little girl, buried his face into her uniform and couldn’t help the soft sobs that shook his chest.

“I’m going to miss you too, lass. You’re going to do great things.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she sniffled. “You taught me everything I know.”

“I was happy to do it.” How could he feel this way? he wondered. So warm and so broken at the same damn time? Of all the shit in his lifetime, how was this the hardest thing he had ever done? Rylen tried to get a hold of himself, trying to grit his teeth and stop his shaking, but his heart would no longer respond to him. “Just…Just promise me you’ll give Cullen a run for his money. Replace that old dog as Right Hand.”

Lessa pulled away, and Rylen saw that her cheeks were as wet as his, the charcoal around her eyes running a little. She quickly wiped at them and smiled. “Daddy, I’m going to kick Cullen’s ass.”

Rylen reached up and wiped a streak of black away. “That’s my girl.”

I had to stop there because it was TOO MUCH FOR ME. It was just gonna become a mess anyways if I kept going.

Like...I dunno what happened, both of these stories were supposed to be nice and then they’re both about crying. Wow.

Anyway likes and reblogs are love and I’m going to go hide and cry

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halfblood-fiend · 8 years ago

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A Qunundrum (Rylen x Adaar)

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My gorgeous banner was comissioned from @thevirdirthara (look! I’m finally freaking using it! xD)

Words: 3,468

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning(s): the usual swearing, feeling denial, Rylen still being an idiot

Dedicated lovingly to @queenofeire for being so patient but also for pushing me politely to get the heck on with it!

Rylen's got more on his mind than he can handle, but it seems he's not the only one.

Chapter 7: He Was Surprised

Rylen battled joy and dizzying worry as he leapt down Griffon Wing’s stairs two at a time.

On the one hand, the Ambassador’s letter was next to Maker-sent. He could have kissed her for her flawless timing. She called for him to relinquish the Inquisitor, to send her back to make ready for the Empress’ ball. “The festivities at the Winter Palace grow perilously close”—Rylen could hear the tizzy she must have been in—“and your ineptitude in the Approach should not be the Inquisitor's concern!” While the unsubtle dig was one of his favorite lines, Ambassador Montilyet had a point. He had distracted her for long enough. Inquisitor Adaar had some ways to go before she would be at all ready to greet Orlesian nobility.

Rylen had to agree with her.

He amused himself for a moment, trying and failing to imagine the giantess at the Winter Palace as she was now. Blunt, headstrong, and obstinate. No matter how he framed it, he didn't see her putting up with any of those masked sods for longer than a few minutes. And that was damn optimistic. Although he couldn’t help feeling like he was throwing Keram to savage wolves by acquiescing, he would forgive himself for his own selfishness later. He was too close to the bloody woman for his own good. At least this gave him an easy out.

On the other hand, the flood of relief that had come at solving what he had previously believed to be his most pressing problem paled when he realized that none of it would bloody matter if the blighted woman got herself killed by a dragon.

Maybe she was doing it on purpose. He’d be hard pressed to admit that he wouldn’t rather fight a high dragon than go to some Orlesian party. But that still didn’t explain why he felt so…betrayed. She was planning on trotting off to fight a High Dragon without so much as an aside to him. There was no way that in all their numerous and long conversations, she never had an opportunity to slip in an, “Oh, by the way, Knight-Captain….” So, what was she bloody getting at?

Rylen reached the last flight of steps into the courtyard and found her waiting exactly where she had promised.

Keram lounged against the eastern wall of the front gates, looking completely at ease around the merchants and soldiers. And they, for their part, ignored her. They didn't even bother to give her a wide berth anymore. She'd been here too long for that now.

He watched her close her eyes and turn her lovely face to the morning sun, a small smile stretching over her lips.

What could she have been thinking, trying to sneak off to fight a dragon? he wondered with a wistful pang. Without even giving him a chance to…

For several heartbeats, all he wanted to do was look at her. She was a magnificent creature, the soft morning light playing over her upturned face. She hadn’t bothered with her armored coat today. All she wore were her riding pants tucked into her boots and a breezy olive-colored cotton shirt. Keram didn’t even have her staff with her. For a moment, Rylen wondered if he should have left his armor too, but he banished the thought immediately. He was still very prone to being killed by most everything out in that blighted desert; Keram was all beauty and raw power; not wholly unlike a bloody dragon herself.

But even she was one person, and no match for a true fire-breathing beast.

Desperation and anger flared in Rylen’s chest with a suddenness that stole the air from his lungs. Well, the jig was up and he knew now. If ever was a time to be a stubborn ass, Rylen, it’s now, he thought fiercely and stomped towards Keram. He was ready to fight her, ready to bloody tie her down if need be, but before he even had a compelling opening, she opened her eyes and spotted him.

She lit up as her gaze flicked up and down his person and she let out a loud laugh that had nearby men jumping and staring around at her in disbelief.

Rylen tried to ignore how furious their interested stares made him.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Basvaarad?” she cooed in a mocking voice. “Was the chevalier too rough with you this morning?”

He stopped dead in his tracks and gaped at her, forgetting about the dragon for a moment. “I-I—”

“I swear on your gods if he’s getting laid and I’m not…”

Curious stares shifted between the two of them and Rylen could have sworn that he heard snickering. That was when he remembered he’d never bothered to put his armor on properly. Scowling, his hands flew to his plate as he glanced down at the bedraggled mess of his uniform.

“Say the word and I can make that mean Orlesian pay,” Keram said, sauntering towards him. She reached out and yanked his breastplate out of his hands and back into place like it was nothing. The sharp movement made his bloody feet leave the ground and more laughter reached his ears.

Her teasing, the men giggling, and with his nerves already strained to the breaking point, he snapped. “Just shove it!” Rylen snarled at her, jerking away and blushing furiously.

Maker, he wished he hadn’t. Keram’s smile slid away and she eyed him coldly. The little audience they had accrued very conspicuously went about their own business. Rylen’s heart withered with shame.

“I meant nothing by it. Who you chose to sleep with is up to you. Now if you’re finally ready, we can start before it gets too inhospitable.” Her words felt as distant as her stare.

Gulping past the lump in his throat, Rylen nodded.

Keram led him out and away from Griffon Wing Keep and into the Dust Plains with sure feet while guilt churned in his stomach. It wasn’t long before she had pulled ahead of him and seeing as he didn’t much feel like talking, he decided to leave it be.

As the sun crept higher over the tops of weathered sandstone bluffs, his long ingrained Templar chivalry got the better of him. He apologized for his piss-poor behavior, but Keram showed no signs of acknowledgment.

Great, he thought bitterly. She was ignoring him now.

Rylen let it be, his shoulders sagging. Though he figured he deserved a non-response, he still wanted to clear the air. “Just to clarify, I’m not sleeping with Chevin. I don’t think I could stomach it. He’s not soft enough for my tastes, lass. Plus, he would never let me muss up his pretty hair, and you know that’s one of my favorite things to do.”

He heard Keram snort and then try to cover the sound with a cough. Rylen smiled to himself as the knot of tension in his gut loosened a wee bit. Maybe he hadn’t totally fucked things up. Maybe there was still hope for a sod like him.

Or maybe he was better off keeping her angry with him. It'd be easier to see her go then.

Their silence continued as the sun moved higher in the sky until it was nearly at its peak. Rylen had forgotten how astounding the Approach could be when the heat didn’t make it miserable. He spent most of his morning quietly observing desert hawks soar away from nests tucked high into the sandstone cliffs. He noted that the buttes changed colors from umber to russet orange, from desert ochres to bleached tans, all within the same tower of rock. He imagined he could see the fine lines running along the grains, that he could connect the streaks of yellow and red in them, like lines on a map that he couldn’t quite read.

Looking at the rocks did wonders to ease his mind. It helped, he supposed, to look at something that was bigger than his petty problems. The jagged mesas and cliffs had survived the Tevinter Imperium and a damn Blight, yet they were still here and still beautiful. He hoped he could prove as immovable as the towering sandstone in the days ahead.

They climbed down sets of large, flat, table-like rocks that Rylen could only assume were the “Giant’s Staircase” that he’d seen so often labeled on maps, and stopped for a rest. When they had situated themselves in the shade of a large overhanging step, he let his eyes wander to the horizon. Better that than to look at her and get any funny ideas. Instead, he noticed over his canteen, great natural arches curving under the clear sky. Rylen counted them. Seven, that he could see. How had they ever gotten there, he wondered. Did the Maker shape it as a sculptor shaped clay? What a fanciful notion. But what else could have shaped the land if not some grand architect? Especially when water was so bloody scarce.

He didn't have to wonder for long.

After they left the steps behind them, a chill wind blew in from the east. At first, Rylen thanked the Maker for it. It was the only thing that kept him from roasting to death in his armor when the sun rose ever higher. But when it started kicking dust devils up into his bloody eyes, he was far less fucking grateful.

Rylen had to squint and hold his hood against the worst of the swirling sand, just so he wouldn't trip over his feet. How the hell was Keram managing so much better than he was? She hardly faltered in her step and she forged on like it was nothing. Was it some kind of Qunari magic he wasn’t privy to? If it was, would it have killed her to kick some his way?

He was wiping furiously at his eyes for what felt like the fiftieth time this trip when he walked right into her.

“We’re here, Basvaarad. The southern end of Lost Wash Creek.”

She and Rylen stood at the edge of a deep ravine formed by sheer, sandy cliffs, all but hidden by low-hanging scrub brush. Keram strode to the edge without hesitation, but he scanned the ground critically anyway. The cliffs looked sound, so far as he could tell. The only eroded bit being a meter-wide stretch twenty paces to their left, crumbled into little more than sand. He edged forward, testing his weight on the rocks until he could peer past the ghoul’s beard clinging to the side.

Sand and a flowing creek gave way to scrub grass which turned to lush patches of green spattered with elfroot and golden wildflowers. A flowing creek spilled into a clear pool where it calmed the running water into glassy stillness. Rylen strained his eyes to see where it flowed out but there were only dark ochre cliffs on all sides of the miniature box canyon. Clusters of tall juniper trees sprouted close to the edge of the pool. They were heartier than any other tree Rylen had seen in the Approach; their roots reaching for water and their branches stretching towards the sunlight. A pair of Brontos lounged beneath the thick shade while little, white fennecs scampered after each other’s tails in the long grass. It was clear that the wind wasn’t as fierce below, swaying the soft grasses and dipping reeds of blood lotus into the pool, rippling the perfect water. It was an otherworldly oasis a mere half a day’s hike from Griffon Wing.

And he had never known it had existed. Who would have bloody thought?

Keram cast him a quick glance and smiled at his wonder before she darted away and leapt down over the spill of eroded sand. Rylen’s heart jumped to his throat. He scrambled after her to try and catch her hand until he realized that it wasn’t sheer there at all.

He spluttered and choked on the dust she kicked up as she slid down the only sloping embankment. When it was clear enough, Rylen tried to follow her as best as he could. Maker’s balls. If he didn’t already have sand in all the most unpleasant places, he did now.

As they drew nearer to the bottom, the smaller animals scattered. The brontos snorted warnings at them from under their trees. The large male scuffed at the ground with his foreleg and made a show of the horns on his nose, but Keram paid them no mind. She was already crouched on the ground in a patch of elfroot by the time Rylen had stumbled to a stop at the base of the gorge.

Rylen watched her strip the stalks of their broad leaves and tried not to imagine what she was meaning to use them for. When could he ask about it if she intended to give him a cold shoulder for the rest of this trip? He would have to suck it up and start somewhere.

“It’s funny, lass,” he said with a somewhat forced smile, “I never took you for an avid gardener.”

Without missing a beat, she replied, “And I never took you for a huge ass.”

Rylen winced. He deserved that one, he supposed.

With a sigh, he knelt across from her and began helping her pick the fuzzy leaves and place them in her open rucksack. He cast her a quick wary glance before musing, “I suppose it makes sense. With your green thumb and all.”

Keram shuffled to a new spatter of growth and shot him a glare. “Beg pardon?”

“Well, on your left hand, at least,” he chuckled to himself. He glanced up to gauge her reaction from beneath his eyelashes.

Her lips twitched into a quick smile, a laugh strangling in her throat before she rearranged her face and scowled at him. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he asked with an innocent grin. Maker’s breath, all it took was that smile and his chest felt lighter already.

Keram’s eyes narrowed. “That! That’s the second time you’ve done that. You know what you’re doing, Basvaarad, not stop it.” She finished stripping the last few stalks a little too aggressively and shoved a few whole plants into her bag before she stood. As she turned away and moved closer to the water’s edge Rylen scrambled after her with a handful of leaves. The bronto bellowed in his direction and he shot it a nasty glare.

“Come on, lass. You aren’t really asking me to stop making you laugh, are you?”

“Just when were you planning on telling me about this?” She whirled on him and held up Ambassador Josephine’s missive. Rylen blinked and patted down his person.

“When in the bloody hell did you get that?” He made to grab for it but Keram held it out of his reach. “Alright. But just when were you planning on telling me about your plans to fight a dragon? Was it after I made you all the bloody healing potions? Or when I’d have to pick pieces of you out from its teeth?”

Keram’s eyes flashed and the hairs on the back of his neck raised. The air shivered between them with waves of heat that hadn’t been there moments ago. “I do not answer to you!” she snarled. “Nor do I answer to Josephine! So, what is the meaning of this? Conspiring to get rid of me? Shall you pawn the dreaded Inquisitor Adaar on someone else?” Her face was calm, but her wavering voice betrayed her. Rylen could feel the lyrium prickle uncomfortably beneath his skin as the temperature around them grew hotter.

Half-unconsciously, he adjusted his stance in the grass and felt the cold rush of power spring to his fingertips. Years of practice made him keep his expression decidedly neutral.

“I only got that letter this morning. As you read, it is the Ambassador asking for you, not me trying to get rid of you. Why would I send you away? I don’t want you to leave, lass.” Rylen kicked himself as soon as he said it. Wasn’t he begging Chevin this morning to take her away? Why couldn’t he just fucking make up his mind? He would regret those words, he knew. Not that they would bite him in the ass, but because they were true.

Chevin’s words from that morning wormed their way into his mind before he could shove them aside: ‘What do you want, Rylen?’

Maker knew he could never admit what he wanted.

Rylen cleared his throat and said, “You have to go to the Winter Palace. You are Inquisitor, after all.”

“You can relax, Basvaarad,” Keram hissed, her eyes never leaving his. “If I was going to burn you, you couldn’t stop me. You’d be ashes already. Put your silly Circle magic away.” Out of the corner of his eye, Rylen watched as the missive burst into flame in her hand and curled away. He shivered and wondered if it was true. He’d heard tell that Qunari magic was different but was a Templar truly unable to stop it? She spoke again, jarring him from his thoughts. “Has it occurred to you that I do not wish to go to the Winter Palace?”

“And you’d rather get killed by a dragon?”

“You have so little faith, for a Chantry soldier,” she scoffed. And with that, she turned away and stalked down a narrow path hugging the rock face.

He sped after her. “Don’t walk away from me—”

“And why not? I believe we are done talking.”

“Not even close,” Rylen growled. “Look, I am sorry, Keram. I am sorry I snapped at you, and I’m sorry you have to deal with the Winter Palace shit. I know that I sure as fuck don’t want to be there, but this is not about what we want to do. Right now, the Inquisition cannot do any more than attack the Warden’s supply lines and hit their tiny ass outposts without the support of Orlais. We’re powerful but not almighty. We cannot act on the information that you and Warden Loghain have gathered until Orlais is no longer distracted by its petty little civil war. To do that, you have to go the Winter Palace and throw your lot in with one of those fuckheads. Even now, Corypheus is over there in the west amassing a fucking demon army that will march over the world and slaughter all of us and you want to waste your time going head to head with high dragons!?”

Keram looked back at him, her expression apathetic. “Are you finished, Basvaarad?”

Of all the infuriating and reckless— Rylen scowled and opened his mouth to give her another earful when she cut him off.

“I know.” Her eyebrows knit, and for the first time that Rylen could recall, her gaze left his first. She looked out over the clear water, her face distant. “I know I must return. I know I must stop the Wardens. I know that to do this, the Empire must back the Inquisition. Do not mistake me for an imbecile. I intend to make Corypheus pay for what he’s done to me. Forgive me if I dared to—” Her lips pursed and, shaking her head, she stared at the sky instead.

Rylen waited, his pulse quickening. What had you dared to do, lass? He was selfish enough to hope it had something to do with him. His body ached to hold her, he teetered, fingers longing to take her hand. He reached out reflexively... and grabbed the pommel of his sword with a sigh.

No, he told himself. No, you’d better not.

“I was never going to fight that dragon,” Keram murmured, her eyes returning to his. “But if I did go to fight her, at least that would have been my own choice, and no one else’s.”

He cocked his head and eyed her as if he was seeing her anew. Whatever vulnerable moment she had felt had passed, but Rylen was still in shock. He…had never believed her capable. He had talked himself into believing she was some sort of demon greater and more tempting than him. Keram was above him in all things, neatly placed in his mind as something out of his reach. The time they spent at the Keep together brought them closer, made her real, but never like this.

This was something else…and he didn’t know quite what to make of her anymore.

Her eyebrow quirked. “You’re staring,” she told him.

“Aye.”

She glanced back out over the pool and wondered, “Do you swim, Basvaarad?”

“I do.”

“Good.”

Keram’s impish grin was the last thing he saw before his feet left the ground and he splashed headfirst into the water.

#Dragon Age Inquisition #Knight-Captain Rylen #Rylen x Adaar #A Qunundrum #DAI #Keram Adaar #Rylen #Rylen x Keram #Rylen x Keram Adaar #Fiend writes #feeling denial #one of these days he'll take his head out of his butt right?#every time I post I feel like I'm rising from the grave #lmao

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Alright, so this is difficult but here goes.

I decided to prolong my hiatus indefinitely. Taking a few days off has made me realize just how much of a drag running this blog has become lately. It feels more like a chore than a hobby and I think that’s because I’m just not that into Dragon Age anymore? (at least atm...) I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, I don’t get that spark anymore, the one that lifts you up after a long day of work. DA is just not doing it for me anymore.

So yeah, I’m taking a break and I honestly don’t really know when I’ll be back (tho I suspect I’ll be back because I always come back for some reason). Who knows, I might try again after the holidays? I know I want to do another writing highlights post at the end of the year because, in spite of everything, it has been a good year for me overall. But beyond that, I don’t really know. There are also stuff happening in my life right now that make me feel a bit down and I don’t know when things are going to get better for me tbh.

That being said, I will keep writing. I have a few ongoing longfics and they are still very dear to my heart so I’m not abandoning them. But since I won’t be posting any updates on Tumblr, I suggest you subscribe to the fics or the OCs you’re interested in. I will put the links to my AO3 series under a cut (did you know you can subscribe to series?)

Well, that’s about it. I’m sorry to disappoint you all. If anyone wants to keep in touch, I have a discord, just hmu and I’ll give it to you.

My AO3

Ana Surana (Surana x Alistair; Surana x Carver)

Main Worldstate

Second Chances AU: Main Story / Misc. Fics

Warden Nemea AU

Alwyn Hawke (Hawke x Anders; Hawke x Rylen)

Violette Surana (Inquisitor x Samson)

Fire at the Heart of the World

Kallian Tabris (Tabris x Alistair)

Daylen Amell

Asaara Adaar (Adaar x Cullen)

Shaelyn Mahariel (Mahariel x Bethany)

Violetta Hawke

Misc. Dragon Age One-Shots

#warden speaks

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whereismywarden · 5 years ago

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Writing Masterpost

Sad Mages Worldstate

The Warden: Ana Surana (Ana x Daylen; Ana x Alistair; Ana x Carver)

The Champion: Alwyn Hawke (Alwyn x Anders; Alwyn x Rylen)

The Inquisitor: Violette Surana (Violette x Orsino; Violette x Samson)

Second Chances Worldstate

The Warden: Daylen Amell (Ana x Daylen)

The Inquisitor: Asaara Adaar (Asaara x Cullen)

Angry Dalish Worldstate

The Warden: Shaelyn Mahariel (Shaelyn x Bethany)

Lovers in the Dark Worldstate

The Warden: Kallian Tabris (Kallian x Alistair)

Homecoming Worldstate

The Warden: Elaine Cousland (Elaine x Nathaniel)

The Champion: Violetta Hawke (Violetta x Isabela)

Non-canon DA Stories

Misc. Dragon Age One-Shots

#dragon age #fanfiction #my fics #fic masterpost #ana surana #alwyn hawke #violette surana #daylen amell #asaara adaar #shaelyn mahariel #kallian tabris #violetta hawke #elaine cousland #sad mages worldstate #second chances worldstate #warden nem au #angry dalish worldstate #elves in luuuuv worldstate #homecoming worldstate

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whereismywarden · 5 years ago

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OC Masterlist

@kiraia pointed out (rightfully so) that I made quite a few vague posts about my OCs, but that I’ve never properly introduced them. It’s true, mostly because I tend to wait until they are well developed to properly do anything with them, which doesn’t happen all that often. So consider this a formal introduction to my current OCs :)

(Under a cut because there are quite a bunch of them. I hope it works on mobile, because otherwise yikes! I’m very sorry.)

Sad Mages Worldstate

It’s probably the one I talk about the most. It’s the most developed worldstate, with the most developed OCs and I’ve written a lot of fics about them.

The Warden: Ana Surana [Tag | Complete bio | Fanfictions]

pairings: Ana x Daylen Amell (friends with benefits), Ana x Alistair (DAO romance), Ana x Carver (current pairing, now married) + I occasionally throw Isabela into the mix because reasons.

Born in the Gallows and taken to an orphanage in Highever until her magic manifested.

Grew up close to Anders, Jowan, Amell and (to a lesser extent) Finn.

Had a baby that she was forced to give to the Chantry.

Main DAO choices include: romancing Alistair, getting her heart broken after making him king, stupidly refusing to do Morrigan’s ritual and watching him sacrifice his life for her.

Later she starts dating Carver (whom she actually met at Ostagar where they had a brief fling before the Battle).

Takes part in the Mage Underground and helps Anders build his bomb.

Starts hearing the Calling shortly before DAI.

Is Hawke’s contact during HLtA.

The Champion: Alwyn Hawke [Tag | Complete bio | Fanfictions]

pairings: Alwyn x Anders (DA2 romance, on and off), Alwyn x Cullen (one time), Alwyn x Rylen (post DAI, considering making them endgame, not sure yet).

Purple Hawke.

Carver becomes a warden.

Supports the mages.

Develops a close friendship with Ana.

Breaks up with Anders after the Chantry explosion, wishing he’d trusted him enough to share his plan with him. They do get back together later on.

Is the first one to learn about Ana hearing the Calling.

Stays behind in the Fade during HLtA, but eventually finds a way out.

He was found by Inquisition scouts in the Western Approach, suffering from amnesia.

Later falls in love with Rylen.

(Note that I still need to update that last part into his bio.)

The Inquisitor: Violette Surana [Tag | Complete bio | Fanfictions]

pairings: Violette x Orsino (once twice), Violette x Samson (current partner).

Ana’s mum.

Orlesian who grew up in Ferelden during the occupation.

Was taken to the Gallows at age 13.

Was a close friend of Malcolm Hawke.

Had her baby (Ana) taken by the Chantry. Later escaped.

Hates the Chantry.

Attends the Conclave in the hopes that Ana might be there.

Starts sleeping with Samson after his capture because he basically said fuck the Chantry to her face and it turned her on.

Hardened Leliana becomes Divine.

Other OC: Neriah Amell-Hawke

Is Ana’s daughter. She got her out of the orphanage after the Blight (thanks, Leliana).

Her father is Daylen Amell. Carver adopted her when he married her mama.

Is 18 as of Trespasser.

Second Chances Worldstate

This one started off as an AU for a fic starring Ana and Alistair which is why these two worldstates are so similar. The point of divergence is that Jowan went to Amell for help instead of Ana for some reason.

The Warden: Daylen Amell [Tag | Fanfictions]

pairings: Day x Ana (friends with benefits), Day x Morrigan (DAO romance and while I did consider for a while not having him follow her through the eluvian, I changed my mind. There’s too much growth potential.)

His father was Maurevar Carver, because I say so.

Main DAO choices include: Sparing Loghain, Alistair becoming a drunk, not doing Morrigan’s ritual because he can just throw Loghain at the Archdemon (which he did).

Helps Ana get their daughter out of the Kirkwall orphanage. Bails on them right afterwards.

Does follow Morrigan through the eluvian and actually ends up being a decent dad to Kieran.

Does not become Ferelden’s Warden-Commander.

The Champion: Alwyn Hawke (yes, again)

Like I said, this was originally an AU, so it made sense to keep the same Hawke. There are quite a few differences, however.

pairings: none.

Does not bring Anders to the Deep Roads. Carver dies.

Suffers from severe depression afterwards.

Goes from purple to full blue after Leandra’s death.

Stays behind in the Fade. Probably won’t make it out in this worldstate.

The Inquisitor: Asaara Adaar [Tag | Fanfictions]

pairings: Asaara x Cullen (starts before DAI, now married).

Meets Cullen shortly before the Chantry explosion. They fall in love.

Not going into too much details because it will be part of Second Chances’ main story.

Other OCs: Ana Surana and Neriah [Main fic | Other fics]

Again, can’t go into too much detail because spoilers.

pairings: Ana x Carver (before the Deep Roads expedition anyway), Ana x Alistair.

Day brings Ana to Kirkwall shortly after the Blight to meet their daughter. She ends up staying after they get Neriah out of the orphanage.

Single mom. Works as a waitress.

They find drunk Alistair in their garbage. Ana wants to help him get better.

Other OC: Issala Adaar [Tag]

pairings: Issala x Varric (post-DAI).

Is Asaara’s overexcited little sister.

Likes to tinker with explosives.

Built a handheld cannon. It’s clunky, not very accurate and is prone to misfire. In other words, it still needs a lot of work.

Varric thinks she’s adorable so he made her his personal bodyguard.

Angry Dalish Worldstate

The Warden: Shaelyn Mahariel [Tag | Fanfictions]

pairings: Lyn x Tamlen (Origin), Lyn x Bethany, (considering Lyn x Alistair between DA2 and DAI but even that might be too cruel.)

Doesn’t want to be a warden.

DAO choices include: Alistair remaining with the wardens because he doesn’t want to be king.

No in-game romance, she was too heartbroken after losing Tamlen.

Eventually starts dating Bethany.

Travels to the Free Marches after the death of her clan to kill the man responsible.

Almost dies in the resulting fight against Hawke (thank the Creators Anders was there).

Goes home and confesses to Bethany that she almost killed her brother and that she would have done it had he not been so badass. They break up.

The two of them reconcile post-DAI, after Hawke and Merrill’s wedding.

The Champion: Kris Hawke [Tag]

pairings: Kris x Merrill (now married).

Blue Hawke.

Sadly couldn’t save Merrill’s clan.

Didn’t want to hurt Lyn that badly during their fight, he was just defending himself. Deeply regrets it afterwards.

The Inquisitor: no one specific yet, but likely a Lavellan romancing Solas.

Alistair stays behind in the Fade.

Elves in Luuuuv Worldstate

The Warden: Kallian Tabris [Tag | Fanfictions]

pairings: Tabs x Alistair (DAO romance)

Probably the most canon-compliant OC.

Main DAO choices include: making Alistair king with Anora as queen and becoming his mistress.

Madly in love.

Will have a happy ending.

No Hawke or Inquisitor yet.

Homecoming Worldstate

The Warden: Elaine Cousland [Tag]

pairings: Elle x Nathaniel (pre-DAO, now ex-husband), Elle x Leliana (DAO romance), Elle x Sebastian (current).

Was BFF with Anora during their childhood.

Actually met Sebastian before he was sent to the Chantry. The two of them had similar lifestyles back then, so when Elle visited Starkhaven with her father, the two of them developed a rivalry of sorts in their romantic pursuits (think Merteuil and Valmont, but a lot more light-hearted). They do spend one night together after learning that he is going to be sent to the Chantry.

Eventually fell in love and married Nate. They kept their relationship a secret, however. They divorced after the Blight.

Main DAO choices include: romancing Leliana, making Alistair king with Anora as queen, sparing Loghain and performing the ritual.

Her relationship with Leliana didn’t survive the distance.

Leaves the Wardens after the Chantry explosion and basically goes on the run from everyone because she feels responsible for what happened.

Helps Sebastian reclaim his throne. They fall in love. (I’m currently writing a fic about this, actually)

Still unsure about her DAI fate. Either she replaces Hawke in HLtA and stays behind in the Fade, or she becomes Inquisitor.

The Champion: Violetta Hawke [Tag | Fanfictions]

pairings: Letta x Isabela (DA2 romance).

Yes, she was totally named after Violette.

Is Kris’ sister.

Carver becomes a Templar.

Spared Anders.

Sails into the sunset with Isabela.

DAI fate will depend on what I decide to do with Elle.

The Inquisitor: no one yet.

Loghain survives HLtA.

I am considering having Neriah (yes, again) be the Herald with someone else as Inquisitor since she’s only a kid. In this worldstate, she grew up in Kirkwall’s orphanage before being taken to the Gallows. She escapes the massacre and Carver eventually takes her under his wing.

I'm planning to have two additional worldstates (I want one per warden origin). One called "Happy Dwarves" with a male Brosca romancing Zevran and one called "Dead Heroes" with a male Aeducan romancing Leliana (and probably Alwyn again, idk). I also have a couple of Cadashes that I want to put somewhere, a woman romancing Josie and a man romancing Divine Cassandra. Idk yet if they'll be Inquisitors or if I'll just add them to one of the existing worldstates. Odds are one will be Inquisitor while the other just tags along.

I probably missed a few things here and there, but that’s basically the gist of it. Thanks to anyone who actually stuck to the end, lmao.

#dragon age #oc masterpost #ana surana #alwyn hawke #violette surana #neriah amell-hawke #daylen amell #asaara adaar #issala adaar #shaelyn mahariel #kris hawke #kallian tabris #elaine cousland #violetta hawke #long post

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